Don Jr. has discovered a powder that he thinks works just fine.
Messy, typically, but still less lethal. My dad exploded three eggs once. He was making hard-boileds for the next day and forgot about them until the water boiled away and they went kablooey. Quite a mess.
Put one in the microwave without poking holes in it. Speaking from experience.
She’s acting like it’s her own private Idaho or something.
It was a typo she read once, Imaho, and she thought it was all about her after that.
Not to be outdone: Florida Man!
Years ago at a previous job, we had some CD-ROMs that needed to be disposed of.
We also had a microwave oven in the break room.
If you put them in one at a time, and turn out the lights, you get this really pretty (but brief) blue light show.
(Some caution is indicated – the reason we settled on “one at a time” is that we got some pretty significant disk-to-disk scorching if we zapped a stack of two or more.)
No consequences.
Idaho has a solution to this problem:
TITLE 19
CRIMINAL PROCEDURE
CHAPTER 40
IMPEACHMENTS
19-4015. SUSPENSION PENDING TRIAL. Whenever articles of impeachment against any officer subject to impeachment are presented to the senate, such officer is temporarily suspended from his office, and cannot act in his official capacity until he is acquitted. Upon such suspension of any state officer, his office must at once be temporarily filled by an appointment made by the governor, with the advice and consent of the senate, until the acquittal of the party impeached; or, in case of his removal, until the vacancy is filled as required by law.
History:
[(19-4015) Cr. Prac. 1864, sec. 65, p. 221; R.S., R.C., & C.L., sec. 7439; C.S., sec. 8668; I.C.A., sec. 19-4115.]
Good luck getting the Idaho Legislature to actually use it.
Well that sounds like fun.
Assumed that. They’re pretty wingnutty out that way.
We’ll thwart them with high resolution aerial surveillance from space with the … wait for it … “Spudnik” satellite.
‘I fixed…’ Oh yeah. This btch is running for Governor.
I hear they’re already blacking-out the windows in eastern Oregon. Incoming! Taters!
It was a tech support center. We needed ways to blow off steam.
The managers also bought Nerf guns for everyone on the teams. And then the other team staged a Chicago gangland style “hit” on one of our meetings. And the war was on.
Or the time Mrs. 512 stopped by to tell me something, and she saw one of our support engineers standing in his cube, headset on, talking to a customer, and blowing soap bubbles. She gave him a funny look, so he hit “mute”, smiled at her, said “he’ll never know”, and then went back to trying to solve the customer’s problem (despite the customer’s strenuous efforts to the contrary).
I knew a guy who did tech support. He used to complain about all the stuff that people who called in didn’t know. I tried to get him to see that if they knew everything he did they wouldn’t need to call and he wouldn’t have a job. Never really got him to see it that way, though.
Filibuster the filibuster!
Though it’s probably easier to blow soap bubbles (and the like) without pesky callers asking for help for inane things.
We’re all scalloped? Hashed?
Ya know, federalism might be a good idea, if it weren’t for all these goddam crazy ass states where sheep (or pigs) outnumber people. No wonder the EU opted for an economic union without a political union.